i stand still in one spot an inch of rubber keeps me from sending down roots from my feet the earth waits patient because she will be be here after i am gone whether I have connected to her or not but how much easier it must be to return if our roots have networked the soft loam burrowed past the worms intertwining
Tag: roots
old growth (20161101)
i am an old growth forest
with leaves red as blood
undersides caked with black mold
the loamy earth
cannot contain my writhing roots
now exposed to shadows and gnawing
field mice–
–here in the shadows
you cannot see the sun
that crowns my head
Words and Feathers 